#so it takes a lot of practice and care to kiss people without tusks but also astarion very pointedly (hah!) knows how and when to bite

[everchased]

HELLO I LOVE YOUR HALF ORC TAV, I havent seen many fellow half-orc tavs!! Tusk gang high five!!

Very important question: how do you think Aatarion and a Half-Orc Tav would kiss? 🤔 it be a very teethy situation with so many fangs and tusks

ahaha thank you!! <3

to me, they have a fine time with it as long as their mouths stay closed. astarion's fangs probably aren't any more in the way for a half-orc than they are for other races. they're not too big, and he's practiced.

i think deeper open-mouth kissing is the real danger because that's when the risk of catching lips and knocking teeth really happens and boy those tusks sure are. just in the way.

imo a little bit of teeth bumping if they forget themselves is cute, it's untapped potential to get teased by the vampire for being too eager. but i also think it's possible to avoid IF they pay attention. :)c

here i have an example of a successful smooch excuse the blood

[mollymauk-teafleak]

more fjorclay

Happy Christmas @minky-for-short, thank you for being such a wonderful friend! 

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Fjord had spent so many years trying to be bigger. Standing taller than felt natural, setting his jaw to hide his tusks and look tough, keeping everything tense until it ached.

Hating what he saw in the glass.

Anything it took to convince the world and himself that he was big enough, strong enough to survive.

Melora had changed that. Caduceus had changed that.

With Caduceus he could be small, he could want comfort and he could live safely in the knowledge that it was okay.

Fjord lay on his stomach, one arm lying under his chin, the other reaching over so he could trace the patterns shaved into the underside of the firbolg’s sweep of hair. His fingertip carefully followed the curving, swooping path, a seemingly aimless wandering that actually contained runes and symbols when you looked closely.

“Who did this?” he asked softly, the first words either of them had said in quite some time. Though they hadn’t been quiet by any means.

“My sister,” Caduceus’ voice was raspy and low, his eyes not opening as he answered, “She enchanted it so it wouldn’t grow out.”

“And what does it mean?” Fjord felt like he asked a lot of questions when he was with Caduceus. Like it was okay not to know things.

“It’s a map, dear.”

“A map of what?”

Now Caduceus’ eyes did open, their unnatural purple colour glowing in the low light, too light to be violets, to deep to be lavender, like a sky constantly shifting between dawn and twilight.

“Me.”

Fjord liked that idea, that everywhere you’d been and everything you’d done could be written out so beautifully, “Could I do that?”

Caduceus smiled, his broad, kind face lifting with it, “I imagine it would have a lot of waves…”

Fjord grinned, aware that it made his tusks rest against his upper lip but not hating that, “Yes, most like.”

“It would look nice,” Caduceus reached out and rested his warm fingertips against Fjord’s cheek, bringing them up to comb through his dark hair, as if imagining where the pattern would go.

Fjord knew he was blushing, he could feel the heat across his cheekbones. How something as simple as that touch could get his blood up after everything they’d done since the inn door closed behind them, he had no idea. Some things just got to him more than others.

“My journey isn’t exactly the most...inspiring,” he murmured softly, feeling the words in another voice, at the back of his throat, “Maybe there’s some things I don’t want to carry for all to see.”

Caduceus’ face softened, his fingers slipping through the silky strands of Fjord’s hair, where it went from black to grey at the front, “But they’ve gotten you here, they’ve helped you be who you are right now. And I love who you are right now.”

Fjord had to close his eyes for a moment, he still wasn’t used to feeling so many things at once. Caduceus just lay on his back, fingers still softly stroking, giving him time. He always understood.

“I don’t know if I love who I am right now,” he eventually murmured, opening his eyes a little, just enough to see a rough sketch of Caduceus still there, still here for him, still listening patiently no matter what he said, “But I’m okay with being him.”

The ear that wasn’t pressed to the pillow picked up happily. They reminded Fjord of the bell shaped mouths of some exotic plant.  

“That means a great deal to the people who care about you, Fjord.”

People, meaning more than one. A whole group of people that could almost be called a family if you stretched the traditional definition. People he had been so scared of being unable to protect, people he’d been sure would find no more use for him after the loss of his magic. But it was only after that, after he’d felt himself broken down to less than he’d been before, that he realised he had a family. He had a calling. He had a lover. He had worth beyond what some demon from the depths could give him.

“Have, um…” Fjord had to clear his throat of the lump that was forming there, “Have I talked about my feelings enough to earn another round?”

Caduceus chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that was pure joy, “Is that what we’re doing? Trading personal growth for love making?”

Fjord stifled a fond groan. Caduceus always found the worst way to phrase it, he could never just say sex.

“It feels like it sometimes. That’s therapy, right?” he smiled, teasingly.

“Absolutely not, that would be quite unethical,” Caduceus grinned, teeth bright in the low light, the lantern had burned out long ago and there was nothing but the yellow moonlight in their little room, “Fortunately, I’m not your therapist, I’m your boyfriend.”

Fjord turned that word over happily in his mind. Boyfriend. He couldn’t even imagine having one of those a while ago but now he did, he couldn’t remember how he got along without one.

“Well, in that case…” Fjord rose up, pushing himself onto his knees and throwing a leg over Caduceus, straddling his hips.

Almost instantaneously, there was something hard pressing against the small of his back. The simple fact that Cad was big enough for him to feel the pressure there had that wonderful ache going between his legs, never mind how fast he could get it up at just feeling their bodies pressed against each other.

As calm and placid as he was, Fjord had soon found there were a number of different ways to wind his firbolg tight, to have him growling and begging and tense with need. But he didn’t want to do that right now. Right now he just wanted to feel like they were one person rather than two. He just wanted the closeness.

Caduceus reached back, massaging Fjord’s ass and slipping one finger into the crease of his body, “Still open enough for me?”

“Think so,” Fjord bit his lip, “Wouldn’t mind if you wanted to check…”

Caduceus smiled, even looking a little smug, pressing that finger against his hole, not insisting, only moving into him once his body gave him access. Sure enough, there was enough slack to his muscles from earlier in the evening to offer no real resistance but still he probed a little, just to see Fjord’s face tense in rapture and watch his chest flush, everything turning a warm, darker green apart from the scars that littered his body. The myriad of smaller ones and the two twin incisions across his chest that had actually been given time to heal cleanly.

“I think you’re ready,” Caduceus purred, the rumbling starting in his chest, “Talk to me, okay?”

Fjord nodded, knowing Caduceus would worry he was hurting him unless he communicated otherwise. Apparently he was much noisier than anyone else he’d slept with and it had startled him.

Not that his worries were unfounded, given his size compared to Fjord. It had taken time, a lot of exploring and going slow and morning afters where Fjord decided to gingerly walk alongside the cart rather than risk sitting in it. But now he was strangely proud of how easily he could cope with his firbolg lover and shamelessly turned on by their size difference.

So as Caduceus lifted him up, effortlessly, and seated him on his cock, Fjord loudly gasped and moaned in delight, “Gods, that’s good…”

Caduceus moved one hand from the half orc’s hip to cradle his face, “Sweet boy. I love how you look when I’m in you.”

Vision a little blurry, Fjord looked down at Caduceus, at his beautiful cloud of silky hair, growing paler by the day like a dying flower, at his slate grey hair glowing softly in the night, at his own slick beading on that fur where their bodies met. It could all so easily be too much, enough to make him come apart at the edges. But that hand against his face, large enough for him to almost fully rest in, kept him grounded.

He could feel small. He could feel vulnerable. He could allow himself to sink into it all and know there would be a way out.

He whimpered as he began to bounce on Caduceus’ cock, feeling his nerves come alive. Words spilled out of him in an endless rush, telling him how big he was, how much he loved to feel him, how he was his, always his. Caduceus said nothing in response, he only purred and groaned softly, saying much with just those gentle, loving noises.

“Can I touch you?” was the only thing he said, to an emphatic, desperate yes.

His fingers left his hip, letting Fjord take full control of the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Now one hand cradled his face, the other slipped down to the juncture of his legs. He pressed his thumb against Fjord’s clit, practically able to feel his pulse, the blood rushing wantonly under the skin.

After that, he was gone.

With a scream of Caduceus’ name, as devoted as any prayer, Fjord came hard. Caduceus was half a heartbeat behind, groaning through clenched teeth, filling him with heat. Muscles failing him, Fjord fell forward across the firbolg’s chest, enough to feel the aftershocks of his lover’s orgasm, the part of his brain still working delighting in knowing he’d caused them.

Once he was in control of himself again, Fjord sighed and pressed a soft kiss to Caduceus’ chest, shakily lifting himself up just enough to separate them. But still he didn’t move away, content to stay splayed across his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Caduceus’ hand still cradled his face, thumb stroking across his cheekbones, the ones he’d always hated for being so frail. His other hand caressed his bare hips, the one’s Fjord had despised all his life for being so curved. When they finally did roll over, Caduceus bent and kissed the twin scars across his chest, the one’s Fjord’s stomach had always clenched at because they reminded him that his body hadn’t always been somewhere he wanted to live.

Everything Fjord had resented and hated, Caduceus touched with such tenderness, all of it parts of a whole he loved. And when he did, Fjord could start to love them himself.

Caduceus really had changed so much.

[artistictea]

Fantasy AU FAQ and Details

Alright here it is! The post I’ll keep adding to for extra info you guys have been asking me plus some more silly facts I want to share. Ill try to divide this in sections so it’s easier to follow. I apologize for the wall of text in advance 8)

Setting -This AU takes place in a world where magic and supernatural being are the norm. There might’ve been humans once upon a time, but they don’t exist anymore. The closest thing to humans in this world are mages and clerics (who still fall in the category of white mages). -Money and jobs work just like in our world, but specific jobs favour specific species (for example, forest-related jobs are usually given to elves, fae, nymphs, etc. While sea work prioritizes sirens, leviathans, cecaelias, etc). Generalized jobs fit for all species (like the arts, cuisine, law, etc), are open to everyone.  -My comics and drawings are centered at a time where the kids are attending college. For the sake of simplicity they all live on campus, and the school supports all the ecosystems the students need because Magic™ . -The dorms are divided based on ecosystems and what the students need to feel comfortable. If they don’t have a specific need, they can choose their dorms. (For example, Timmy is a siren, and he stays in the underwater dorm. Butters’ dorm is in a spot far from the sun’s reach, and Kenny’s dorm in the complete opposite; it’s high in the sky, filled with sunlight. I leave the dorm arrangements up to interpretation 8) (but my preference is to make characters who don’t have the opportunity to interact much in the series to room together, just because I find it hilarious and cute. Like Butters and Red, or Stan and Tweek) -The school provides the students with any products they might need to attend class comfortably. (Like sun protection creams and potions for Red and Butters, ice amulets for Nichole, hydrating potions for Timmy, etc) -The school is situated in a valley, and it’s close to a town the students frequent on their free time to chill or to buy supplies for their classes (think like South Park....but smaller. Tweek Bros is still a thing and it’s a moving store like Baba Yaga’s house, so as soon as Tweek went off to college, they moved the coffeeshop close to campus. What better place to put a coffeeshop than next to a school full of sleep-deprived students right-) Characters and Creatures (you can check the specific classification of each character here) -I leave age up to interpretation, but the kids look like they’re at least in their 20′s - Most of the kids come from same-species families, except for Clyde (Orc mom, Elven dad), Stan (Mage dad, Vetala mom, Mage sister) and Kenny (Shapeshifter dad, Grigori mom, Shapeshifter brother, Cherub sister). -Vampires and Werewolves are considered problematic creatures. They’re very frowned upon and considered dangerous, since there’s no cure for their bites. -There are two ways you can become either a Vampire or a Werewolf; from a bite, or from a curse. Curses can be broken and are the only case where you can go back to what you used to be before being transformed. If you suffer from a curse and bite someone, you can’t transform them. That can only be done by a pure werewolf or vampire. -Red and Scott were bitten (Red’s bite was consensual, Scott was bitten by a fanatic when he was very young), while Butters and Heidi were cursed (Heidi’s curse came from a reaction her nymph magic had with Cartman’s, while Butters was cursed by his own parents) -Tweek was the reason why Stripe #4 died. He took her with him for a flight and she fell without him noticing. That’s part of the reason why he has a hard time flying now (an anon pointed out that his twitching must make flying harder and..honestly that’s a great point. Sending you kisses anon) -I like to leave stuff like what they eat up to interpretation. But whatever it is, this world is prepared for it. So Red doesn’t need to hunt people or animals for blood or anything like that ;) -Everyone sleeps. The only difference is the time they need to feel completely energized.  -An anon asked me about how people with wings and horns were able to sleep. It depends on the person but the most common way for winged people to sleep is to make a cocoon with their wings and sleep facing up, so as to avoid smushing. Another way is to sleep on your stomach. If you do end up sleeping in a bad position one night, there’s always painkillers. As for people with horns, there are special pillows for the most extreme cases, but it’s practically the same. (RIP in rest Token, your horns grow behind you and outwards. I’m so sorry) -(I’ve recieved three asks about Tweek’s jacket and I find this hilariously specific, ilu guys) There are two zippers that run from his shoulders, through the back hole, and down to his hips which he has to zip to get his jacket to go through his wings. Thank you Bebe for helping this mess of a child with his jacket. And yes, Craig definitely helped him zip everything the first few times, then he just got frustrated and enchanted the zippers to zip and unzip when Tweek asks them to. -You get to decide your magical specialization based on your affinity and preference (for example, Henrietta is a white mage, but prefers to use blood magic) -A Few Personal Headcanons -Jimmy is really good at vocal magic. He doesn’t quite know it yet, but his jokes and music are sometimes charged with positive energy which boosts happiness. -Clyde actually has to file his tusks from time to time, they can get pretty large. Also, having a dad who’s a dark elf gives his magic a boost. He’s great at dark magic. -Kenny tried to specialize his abilities to become a Grim Reaper, but death just...didn’t work for him -Token and Nichole have legendary fights because her ice magic sometimes expands through her and freezes Token’s plants and antlers..They’re working on it. -Butters was bullied for quite a lot of time, and somehow he felt like he deserved it because of his curse. After talking more with Red, this started to change; and Kenny taught him not to be afraid to fight back if things got ugly. -Cartman has a hard time controlling his emotions, which are directly connected to his elemental magic, and his most powerful attributeis fire. He actually had to enchant his clothes to become fireproof for all the times they caught on fire when he got angry.�� -Kyle and Heidi had an almost thing just like in canon back when she was a nymph, and he’s deeply saddened by her curse. He has a hard time being near her now. -Red dreams of becoming a successful scientist to find the cure for the vampire and werewolf bite. Not for herself, but for those who didn’t have a choice. -When Craig brought Stripe #4 from the dead and made a contract to make her his familiar, one of the requirements he set for her was to come back with wings, to help Tweek with his flying fears since we can’t fly himself.  -Token gave Stan a magical plant which eats bad dreams for his birthday years ago, and he’s been taking care of it ever since. Surprisingly, it hasn’t died yet. Hes very proud of this fact. Of course, unknown to him, Kyle helps it along from time to time.